“Three Men and a Hell of a Load”
By: Joe, Dillon & Jeff
(Vibe: Gritty outlaw country, heavy boots-on-the-ground tone — think Chris Stapleton meets Cody Jinks)
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[Verse 1 – Joe]
Pulled up early, sun barely rose,
Truck 35 hummin’, doors still froze.
Dispatch said, “Big house, real light day,”
But I saw that driveway and whispered, “No way.”
Joey got cut ‘fore the job began,
Calen no-showed like he always ran.
And Anthony? Said “bathroom break,”
That boy disappeared like a damn mistake.
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[Chorus – All, growlin’ low and fed up]
Three men and a hell of a load,
Bustin’ our backs in a no-win code.
Fifteen hundred boxes, no help in sight,
We just grit our teeth and worked through the night.
Ain’t no glory, just bruises and dust,
But we finished that job ‘cause the three of us must.
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[Verse 2 – Dillon]
Jeff’s got a limp, I’m down one glove,
Joe’s on fire and runnin’ off love.
We stackin’ boxes like bricks in a jail,
While them quitters sit home watchin’ NFL.
Joey was loud but never that strong,
Calen said “I’m sick” with his headset on.
And Anthony? Bro just vanished fast,
Left his vest, his lunch, and a tank of gas.
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[Chorus – All, louder this time]
Three men and a hell of a load,
No excuses, just full-on mode.
You can’t fake muscle, can’t hide from weight,
And we did that job like it sealed our fate.
No tip, no thanks, just sweat on our name,
But we stood tall when the weak ones came.
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[Bridge – Jeff, slow and raspy]
We ain’t ask for nothin’, not praise or pay,
We just clocked in and got through the day.
Coulda walked too—but that ain’t us,
We don’t quit, we load and trust.
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[Final Chorus – All, proud and worn out]
Three men and a hell of a load,
Movin’ that freight down a long dirt road.
Joey tapped out, Calen got ghost,
Anthony ran like he seen a ghost.
But me, Dillon, and Joe? We rode.
Three men. One truck. One hell of a load.
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